A/N: Just a little bit of silliness for "Movember." Hope you enjoy :)
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Whiskers
Jackie regarded Michael across the breakfast table, trying to decide whether or not she liked his moustache.
He glanced up and caught her watching him, "What?" he asked around a mouthful of cereal, looking a little self-conscious.
"I can't decide whether I like your moustache," she told him, cocking her head to the side and eyeing it critically.
"It's for a good cause," Michael reminded her.
Jackie nodded, "I know, I just…I don't like you kissing me with it, it scratches," she said finally, pouting a little and taking a sip of her coffee.
Michael chuckled, "Scratches?"
Jackie pulled a face at him, "Yes."
"Well, it's just for the month and then I will shave it off," Michael assured her, standing up to put his dishes in the sink.
"I'll hold you to that," she warned him.
"I'm sure you will," Michael replied absently.
"Because if you don't you're never going to kiss me again," she added.
She snickered at the expression on Michael's face and he stuck his tongue out at her, "At least I don't look like a sleaze," Michael responded.
"True," Jackie agreed.
Unfortunately that rather dubious honour was reserved for Robbie.
Jackie made a valiant effort to control her giggles at the sight of him with a handle-bar moustache as she and Michal entered the office that morning.
She was, however, completely unprepared for the sight of Stuart.
When he turned around she laughed so hard she had tears in her eyes: Stuart – poor, sweet, baby faced Stuart – couldn't grow a moustache and was instead wearing a pair of Groucho Marx glasses.
As Stuart had been forced into them by an ever 'helpful' Robbie, he didn't quite see the funny side…